Sir James Wilson Vincent Savile, OBE, KCSG, BBC, OMGWTFBBQ, .JPG (otherwise known as Jimmy Savile) was a Britfag miner, pro wrestler, night club bouncer, radio DJ and television presenter (srsly) best known to Americunts as the man who created 'disco' and to old Britfags as the presenter of BBC shows, Top of the Pops and Jim'll Fix It.

For years, Jimmy was simply regarded as a slightly irritating, creepy looking, egotistical attention whore who would shove his wrinkly, cigar munching face into every charity event he could lay his decrepit hands on to make himself look good. But a year after his death an ITV documentary aired revealing that Jimmy was one of the most prolific pedophiles in history, on a pedo-level that would make Jerry Sandusky look like The Archfiend and dare we say it, even greater than Pedobear himself!!!

For over five decades Jimmy succeeded in pulling the wool over the collective eyes of the entire British establishment including the BBC, multiple Prime Ministers, The Queen, even his Holiness John Paul II, former pontiff of the Roman Catholic church; who really ought to have known better considering the number of pedos he ordained.

In any case, there's little argument that the '70s was shit. Something needed to come along and fill the void and bring the lulz.

And, in a little country called Great Britain, that thing was a man named Jimmy Saville.

Jimmy was born into abject poverty as the youngest child of a working class Catholic family in the small Northern town of Leeds (Yorkshire, England). Jimmy was a conscripted miner during the war (as opposed to after it, when he merely conscripted minors, amirite?) before someone set him up the bomb and he suffered spinal injuries in an explosion. Some argue that Jimmy may well have been molested by Creepers during his time in the mines, which may have inspired his crimes in later life, but few can say for sure.

As a pioneer of the 'youth music' scene in the early years of the "Naughty '40s" it has been said that "Jimmy", as he came to be known to his audience, was in fact the world's first 'disc jockey' as he would often utilise two vinyl-record players and a microphone at the functions he attended to showcase the latest chart breaking sounds, thereby creating a seamless flow of music for the dancing masses. Savile eventually left radio, presumably because of the lack of children, and went to work in the more exciting, dynamic world of youth television, notably hosting the BBC's Top of The Pops and Jim'll Fix It over a number of decades. This was an environment that naturally welcomed him, being as he was a tall, thin, eccentric single man with long, wispy white hair and a big chin, forever clad in a golden tracksuit, chomping on a big cigar, who didn't look or act at all like a someone who shouldn't be left alone around children.

In a cunning bit of IRL trolling, Savile increased his goodwill in the British consciousness by embarking upon a ceaseless flow of charitable work, raising tens of millions of pounds with which he assisted and sometimes created children's charities, children's hospitals and associated children's research-fellowships, along with a number of children's "outward-bound" centres and community-centres for children.

Such high profile charity work was the perfect cover for a predatory pedo like Jimmy, not only because it enabled him to get close to children, but because it put him above suspicion. No matter how weird he might seem, if he raised all that cash for sick kids and stuff, he had to be a good guy, right? It also enabled Jimmy to use his charity work as a bargaining chip, effectively blackmailing those who knew of his proclivity for underage girls by calmly explaining just what an awful shame it'd be for those charities if he got v& and, as a result all that money stopped coming in.

In 2011, after a short period of illness Savile passed away and was buried in Woodlands Cemetery, Scarborough, facing out to sea as per the instructions of his will. The United Kingdom shed a collective tear for old "Jim"...

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Jimmy Savile was lovely when I met him. I was 10 and he fixed it for me to milk a cow blindfolded.

YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT THE WHOLE PATTERN AND EXAMINE IT TOGETHER, HOMOSEXUAL ACTS ARE NO LONGER FROWNED ON, AND PEDOPHILE BEHAVIOR AS HARRIET HARMAN SAID NEED DECRIMINALISING, IN JEWISH LAW ITS NOT A CRIME TO HAVE SEX WITH NON JEW CHILDREN, AND WE ARE NOW RULED BY THE JEWISH LOBBY

WITH A CIRCUMCISION, THE HEAD TO THE PENIS IS EXPOSED AND BECOMES ROUGH DRY AND HARD, SO ORDINARY INTERCORSE IS NOT THAT SATISFYING SO THEY GO FOR THE RECTUM WHICH IS TOIGHTER, AS WITH JIMMY SAVILE, BOY OR GIRL DOES NOT MATTER. THE JEWS HAVE TO BE CONFRONTED ON THIS TOPIC.
OUR KIDS SAFETY IS PARAMOUNT

In order to raise yet more funding for worthwhile causes Jimmy's personal possessions were put up for public auction, bids for which could be made online. The selection was diverse ranging from a half-smoked cigar and some matches to a Rolls Royce Corniche which Savile had nicknamed "The Beast". Many lots sold in excess of their reserve, the car itself raised one-hundred and sixty-thousand pounds ($257,292.00), by the close of bidding the total accrued was in the region of three-hundred and twenty-thousand pounds ($514,595.00).

Shortly after the above video came out in June, 2012, on the 10th of October 2012 persons acting on behalf of Savile's estate attended his burial-plot in order to remove and then destroy the elaborate £4000 gravestone before hauling it off to be used as landfill. This seemingly incongrous act took place, according to his surving family, "out of respect to public opinion" following a number of allegations being made in relation to gross sexual-impropriety involving minors which had taken place while Savile had been pioneering the 'youth music' scene in the early days of the "Naughty 40's", while he had been an ever popular radio and television presenter over a number of decades and also while assisting and sometimes creating children's charities, children's hospitals, associated children's research-fellowships, children's "outward-bound" centres and community-centres for children. Not long after the demolition of his memorial Savile's body was exhumed and now lies in an unmarked pauper’s grave.

The memory of Savile's voice, both melodious and beguiling, will surely remain a bittersweet memory for the many, many young fans into whose ears he whispered his tender entreaties, and whose love is now so sorely disappointed of its focus.

In addition to his famous yodel, Savile was also the creator of several popular old memes, including:

In 1988 Thatcher's then-Health Minister Edwina Currie appointed Savile chairman of a taskforce who were charged with responsibility for the country's most notorious maximum-security mental-health facility, HMP Broadmoor after the entire management board had been suspended by the Department of Health following a series of strikes. Because, of course, as a children's television presenter with no expertise in mental health whatsoever, he was obviously the perfect candidate.

Civil servant Brian McGinnis ran the mental health division of the Department of Health and Social Services in 1987, and was "instrumental" when plans were first drawn during that period up to appoint Savile to run the Broadmoor taskforce.

In 2003 McGinnis told a civil service journal: "I work for Mencap nationally and belong to two local Mencap Societies. I also chair the Bromley Learning Disability Forum and a church training charity." (12)

What on earth could have inspired such a respectable do-er of good deeds to press for Savile's appointment?

Anyway. In 1988 one Alan Franey was made a Broadmoor taskforce member by the newly-appointed Savs (and later became the hospital’s general manager). He recalled: "I had an unusual meeting in the Athenaeum Club in London [Jimmy Savile and Cliff Graham (Currie's departmental under-secretary) were present]... and I was persuaded that a move to Broadmoor would be a good career step."

"Er ... hold on one cotton-picking moment," you might well say: "Who the fuckety-fuck is Alan Franey?"

Shame no-one asked that question at the time, really.

Alan Franey was an NHS administrator who spent 10 years working at Leeds General Infirmary (1975 to 1985) while the world's foulest television presenter was volunteering there as a night porter. Savvy Jim'll is also of course accused of sexually abusing girls at the Leeds hospital.

WTF, you might well ask, were Government employees doing, holding out of office (and therefore off-the-record) meetings about handing a high-security job looking after the criminally insane to a retired DJ whose reputation stank like Chris-Chan's undercrackers? And then letting him hand out jobs to old pals?

The venue for the meeting at which Jim "Fixed It" for Franey, the Athenaeum Club in London's Pall Mall, is an ultra-exclusive watering hole for well-connected members of the British "establishment". Its website boasts: "[The] clergy, lawyers, writers, artists, civil servants and academics of all disciplines are [...] heavily represented on the [membership] roll." (12)

Savile, classy geezer that he was, became a member in 1984. But who on earth would let a shell-suited shitclown like Savile loose upon such a respectable venue?

Alan Franey added: "Savile’s connections were significant. Everyone knew of the close friendship between Margaret Thatcher and Savile, whom she regularly invited to Chequers.’

Now a Conservative partycouncillor in the Welwyn Hatfield borough, Hertfordshire, Mr Franey took early retirement (on full pension, naturally) from Broadmoor in March 1997, following a Department of Health inquiry into claims that a child pornography ring was operating at Broadmoor. The Department's full report has never been published. (12)

West London Mental Health NHS Trust, which now runs the hospital, believes Jimmy's involvement with Broadmoor began in the late 1960s or early '70s, as a voluntary worker. He had become "part of the furniture", been given an office in the grounds, a bedroom which he referred to as his "cell" and his own personal set of keys to the hospital wards. It is alleged that Savile, while acting in the role of "voluntary assistant entertainments officer", had been using his position to abuse inmates; repeatedly raping young female patients beneath a stage in the hospital, 'accidentally' walking in on patients while they bathed and fondling breasts within the ward areas.

Richard Harrison, a Broadmoor psychiatric nurse for 30 years, said: "I considered [Savile], as many of my colleagues did, as a man with a severe personality disorder and a liking for children."

Former nurse Bob Allen said he saw Savile take a girl who looked 14 or 15 years old into his house. He reported it, but his supervisor said: "No one appears to be interested."

Thatcher's Health Minister la Currie said that Savile unearthed a series of problems at Broadmoor and believes he planned to use information to blackmail staff there. (Savile the snitch reported back to her that he suspected Broadmoor staff were inflating their salaries and that he had threatened to pass the information to the tabloids if the staff caused him any trouble, and that he had uncovered millions of pounds missing from budgets and poor use of the hospital’s housing stock -- this could all have been bullshit, because no evidence was ever produced, so it's possible scheming Savvy-boy was merely ingratiating himself further with HMG).

The Rt HonKenneth Clarke MP was appointed to Thatcher's cabinet as Health Secretary, with supposedly complete oversight of his Department's affairs (including Currie's orders), on 25 July 1988. Broadmoor's management board was dismissed and Savile's appointment made the very next month (12) ("Rt Hon" 12) (Clarke bio 12).

The Department's official findings are expected to be published in November AD 4019.

September 2014:Full text of Savile/Broadmoor report published. TL;DR: "Whoops-a-daisy, well, we set out with the best of intentions, and it's too late to do anything about it now, so here's some recommendations and that's all folks, move along, nothing to see here." (Tip: You may find it interesting to search the text for the surname of Savile chauffeur Alan Franey). (12)

Retired West Yorkshire Police Inspector John Stainthorpe said: "When the Ripper was really active, one of the suspects put forward by the public was, in fact, Jimmy Savile. Obviously, it was not he, but he was interviewed along with many others."

Mr Stainthorpe said WYP's anonymous tipster was "aiming in the right direction [...] Child perverts soon become child killers."

Nine months later, Savile ... sorry, I mean Sutcliffe attacked his next victim in almost exactly the same place. He epically pwnt a whore (a white one this time) called Irene Richardson and left her body where it fell in Roundhay Park. (12)

Sutcliffe even referred to Savile during police questioning, saying that he had abandoned Ms Richardson's body at that spot "for two reasons. One, because I could hear voices from I don’t know where and a car had just driven into an entrance just behind the building — that was the block of flats I found out later where Jimmy Savile lived. Secondly I was surprised to see how luminous she appeared in the dark."

The DNA samples were originally taken to resolve a paternity claim (1). Turns out he wasn't her father: it was pretty dumb to suggest that Savile had fucked a living adult.

Noted without comment: WYP detained, interviewed and released Sutcliffe as a Ripper suspect on seven separate occasions (and held him on another two occasions for drink-driving) before finally arresting him (12).

Also noted without comment: The 1981 Byford Report into WYP's mishandling of the "Ripper" investigation (only released in 2006) has a section concerning Sutcliffe's "Immediate Associates", which has never been released (1).

In March 2008, Rupert Murdoch's prole-feed scum-rag tabloid The Sun published a series of articles naming Savile in connection with Haut de la Garenne, a care home at the centre of a kiddie-sex scandal on the Channel Islands state of Jersey.

One of the pieces in your super soaraway Sun boldly asserted that Savile was unwilling to assist with the Jersey police's investigation.

Savile said the chain of stories was a repugnant slur on his good name as a charitable philanthropist.

Sobbed Sav: "I feel as though I have been subjected to a long and drawn out mugging by The Sun newspaper. The only difference is that its journalists do not wear hoodies"

The wheels of the law grind exceeding slow, and so the case was still waiting to be heard by the time Savile turned up his toes in 2011. So the Sun's evidence never got tested in court and meantime Jersey Jim carried right on truckin'.

After he was safely planted, a Jersey woman told police she'd been attacked by the insatiable Savile while she was resident at the Haut de la Garenne children’s home, which in 2006 had become the focus of a police investigation into chronic kiddie-lovin'. She was passed over to London's Met and (again, after the big man's 2011 conk-out) several more former prisoners, sorry, residents of Haut de la Garenne came forward to name him as their attacker.

"Ho, ho, ho! I have a special surprise for YOU..."

In all, Jersey's state police are examining the claims of more than 200 people claiming to have been abused as children in the island's care system, with alleged offences across a 30-40 year period.

Before Jim wheezed his last cigar, it had emerged, for example, that one known visitor to Haut de la Garenne had been practising SatanistEdward Paisnel, AKA "The Beast of Jersey", who was convicted in 1971 of 13 rapes against women and children. Paisnal, who wore a rubber gimp mask and nail-studded wristbands during his attacks, is suspected of having committed many other crimes. His wife ran one of Jersey's care homes, and Paisnel even dressed up as Father Christmas to bring joy to the young 'uns (12)

But, but, but, we're getting ahead of ourselves here.

For the time being in this story, superstud Savile is still alive and available for questioning. And questioned he was.

[Operation Newgreen] is a pathetic document. It is absolute rubbish and hasn’t addressed police officers being influenced by Savile. Their relationship coloured their judgement [...] The more you scrutinise the document the more the inadequacies come out.

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—Alan Collins

"Where to, Sir?"

WYP's report states that there are "currently 76 crimes involving 68 victims committed in the West Yorkshire area relating to Savile", but claims that none of them was reported to the police before his death. Nine of the incidents relate to persons under the age of nine, the youngest being aged five (but see below).

A copy of the report was to be passed to the Independent Police Complaints Commission (IPCC). At the time of writing (Feb 2014) the IPCC is investigating allegations that a then-Inspector with WYP had "acted on behalf" of Savile by "inappropriately contacting Surrey Police ahead of a police interview in 2009." (1File: (2))
The IPCC referred to the ex-officer only as "Inspector 5" -- BUT: PowerwordMick Starkey (lol google (1)) is recognised as being SoVile's "close friend of 15 years and unofficial Rolls-Royce chauffeur", thus elevating Mr Starkey to the status of Savile chauffeur #2. ("Close but no cigar," one might say). (1File: (2))

Savile's appointment with Surrey Police was part of "Operation Ornament", an investigation into allegations that he had abused pupils at Duncroft Approved School for Girls. Quite frankly, there's enough paedo-dirt in this article to fuel the internet for the next 100 years, so let's not bother with the Duncroft allegations for now. All you need to know is that JS was accused of guess what and he denied it. The obvious, in other words.

Savile rang them the next day and was told about the allegation against him. A friendly agreement was made that Savile would drop round to see them "when [he] was next in the area." Just like you would with any other suspected child sex offender, really.

Three days later, WYP's "Inspector 5" Inspector Mick Starkey rang Surrey Police to say that his good ol' buddy Savile (who apparently couldn't make the call himself, because, er...) had "lost" the contact telephone number he had been given. He passed on Savile's number for Surrey Police to contact him again, deliberately dismissing the investigation by mentioning casually that Savile "gets many of these complaints."

Sir Jim'll then tried to simply ignore the Surrey investigation: "A further telephone conversation took place with Savile but by September he had failed to provide any arrangements to meet." Another Police letter followed "and on 24th September telephone arrangements are made for an interview with Savile at Stoke Mandeville Hospital on 1st October 2009." (WTF? Formal police interviews are normally held in secure rooms on police property).

(3.21) Finally, the creepy old cunt turned up on the day with an anonymous "friend" in tow, who sat silently with him throughout the interview: It's not clear why, since he wasn't a legal representative and Savile (who had been placed under police caution prior to speaking, so this was some srs shit) wasn't "mentally vulnerable" or "under 17 years old". (12: (File))

(Back to Ornament, sec 3.24) He also mentioned (just casually) that he had "contacts within the police at Leeds and whenever he receives letters alleging that he has done something he gives them to his contacts who ‘get rid’ of them." As you do, when dealing with potential evidence of criminality.

(Ornament again, sec 7.29) Just in case his message wasn't getting through to his interviewers, Savile then escalated his claim through the ranks, dropping heavy hints about "knowing senior police officers from Leeds and seeing them socially [...] Savile named an Inspector and stated that officers come to his home and have tea."

To drive the point home, Savile then issued a veiled threat against his interviewers, saying: "Because I take everything seriously, I’ve alerted my legal team that they may be doing business, and if we do, you ladies [i.e., the two female officers] will finish up at the Old Bailey as well, because we will be wanting you there as witnesses. But nobody ever seems to want to go that far.” (Remember, Superman Sav's existing libel case against Mudroch's News International Corp had been very publicly announced the previous year and as Savile spoke was currently winding its way toward a court date).

Savile's name-dropping, hints and threats appear to have paid off. Shortly after the interview, Sussex Police officers advised the Crown Prosecution Service not to take Savile to court, writing: “He stated that due to who he was and what he’s done on TV and radio, he attracts these types of allegations and he believes they are from women wanting money.” (12)

I'm waiting for midnight when she turns 16... so piss off if you want to keep your job

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—Savile to a WYP officer who caught him with a young girl after dark (12)

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I said: "If she comes in, I’ll bring her back tomorrow but I’ll keep her all night first as my reward" [...]The lady of the law was dissuaded from bringing charges against me by her colleagues, for it was well known that were I to go I would probably take half the station with me.

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—A confession about helping WYP to help trace a missing (and underage) girl.(12)

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The closest WYP ever got to really arresting him

As an interlude from all this unsavouriness, why not consider the following totally unrelated facts about the force that "investigated" Savile itself?

Records from pre-internet days are hard to come by, but nevertheless ...

Kevin Jones, prosecuting, said 326 videos were among 370 images seized from Conlon's home of which 157 were at level one, 100 at level two, 20 at level three, 48 at level four and one at level 5 which featured two naked girls aged 11-13 being whipped.

Also in 2013, serving WYP PCSO Liam Austerfield was jailed after admitting three counts of making indecent images of children, one count of possessing 13 indecent images of a child and one count of inciting a child to engage in sexual activity. (1:(Robots))

Killingbeck police station, Savile's local nick, was the centre of ops for a WYP debacle known as Operation Douglas, which despite its nerdy name, is actually quite interesting as an example of how WYP officers conduct their business.

You can peruse the srsly TL;DR judgement of the UK's Supreme Court here, but in summary, it remains possibly the most mind-boggling police corruption case (n.b., that has ever been proven!) in the UK, and not one single officer has ever been publicly named, let alone faced internal disciplinary hearings over the scandal, much less confronted with, you know, actual trial in a proper courtroom with a judge and everything.

Long story short: The case concerned WYP officers' proven perjury and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice; supplying alcohol, cannabis, heroin and prostitutes to a criminal-turned-grass called Karl Chapman (who had over 500 convictions and was on a £100,000 promise from WYP for turning stoolie); allowing Chapman to commit serious assault, rape and buggery while under police supervision; and providing a female detective constable for Chapman's exclusive sexual pleasure.

Sexytiems at the three hospitals in Leeds spanned more than 30 years (1965-95)

As stated above, West Yorkshire Police (WYP) initially claimed Savile had only one five-year-old victim on their patch, but in the light of the joint report eventually had to admit he had also abused three other five-year-olds in West Yorkshire. A WYP spokesman was reported as saying that the force's original statement may have been “slightly misleading”. (12)

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truly appalling

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—NSPCC spokesman, no shit?

Coincidentally, and slightly amusingly, one 1980s NSPCC campaign had been publicly promoted by ... go on, have a guess.

The Yewtree strands concerning "Savile and others" and just plain old "Others" are ongoing (Feb 2014).

The Operation Yewtree all-star revue had so far been an off/on affair, rather than a box office smash, leaving its UK audience bored, puzzled, fapping with delight, or emitting loud lulz, depending on whether or not they'd heard of the member of the cavalcade of cunts who was capering in custody for their entertainment at the time.

On the whole, however, critics agreed that the show's run was leaving patrons hungry for more.

This left the Met with a "difficult second album" problem.

They had to surpass their previous hit ... but how? A spin-off show seemed like the obvious solution.

The evidence file used to convict paedophile Peter Righton, if it still exists, contains clear intelligence of a widespread paedophile ring. One of its members boasts of his links to a senior aide of a former Prime Minister, who says he could smuggle indecent images of children from abroad. The leads were not followed up, but if the file still exists I want to ensure that the Metropolitan police secure the evidence, re-examine it and investigate clear intelligence suggesting a powerful paedophile network linked to Parliament and No. 10.

So you've ploughed your way through the foregoing filthy farrago. If you've managed to remain alert throughout, there's possibly a little bell ringing in your head, making you think: "Hang on, but what about ..?"

Let's be specific, we're talking about the Royal Family and the spooks here. Jimbo has his spunky fingerprints all over them. Best buds with Charles, marriage counsellor between him and Di, matey with Prince Andrew, ennobled by the Queen herself, and (if Operation Fairbridge is on the right lines) linked to the same shota-shop as some high-level Palace staff. And (at least) two known MI5 officers (one of whom was also a Palace staffer and a KGB double-agent).

The relationship between the Palace and MI5 is, as one might expect, one of the most secretive backstage aspects of the whole British state pantomime. But we do know (from little titbits that leak out here and there) that MI5 is involved in Royalty protection and performs background checks on people who get close to Royalty (1: (Robots)2: (File)). MI5 also maintains active dossiers on the ongoing relationships of the Royals. (12)

So how in the name of all fuckery did a non-stop maestro of molestation like Savile (apparently) manage to evade detection by MI5 during the 30 years that the service was vetting BBC employees, and then (apparently) manage to slip between MI5's fingers again and again and again by effectively repeatedly infiltrating the Royal Family itself?

This one is perhaps best left to the conspiracy theorists, but the awful truth is probably that MI5 is just downright fucking useless.

The north of England's grimy "Cottonopolis" was Jammy Sav's happy hunting ground during the 1950s and 60s, and indeed he scored his first hole as an honorary Manc in 1955 (12). He performed at a number of city clubs, including the Three Coins Club on Fountain Street (which he part owned until 1964), the Ritz Club (which he also ran ... hang on, where the fuck did he get that kind of money?), The Plaza, where he did regular sets, and big nights at the Belle Vue Ballroom in front of an audience of 4000. In between fucking babies and then eating them, he also pioneered the Plaza's lunchtime dances, a venue at which he boosted the crowd by advertising free polio jabs. (12)

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The Plaza sessions attracted a large number of truanting schoolchildren, and when local headteachers complained Savile, with trademark cheek, responded: “You’ve had it too easy for too long. If you make your school more attractive than my dancehall you can keep them.”

The same month, a firm of child abuse solicitors launched an appeal for evidence concerning a claim of abusivity by Jim-lad. Their client (now aged 62) from the Manchester suburb of Wythenshawe entered into squelchy relations with the legend starting when she was 14. Hay, if there's grass on the wicket, it's OK for cricket, amirite? She met him in 1965-1966 when visiting the city's Top Ten Club in Belle Vue, where our hero was DJing.

Losing no time at all (his motto evidently being: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may") the old charmer invited her round to his Bury New Road flat "for tea" (lol). On the first visit old Jingle-Jangle expressed disappointment that she had changed out of her school uniform and suggested she changed back into it. She apparently didn't think this was at all strange and during subsequent visits she got down and did The Business like a good little girl. This enjoyable arrangement continued until 1966 when she moved to London with her family. But she couldn't get enough of Sir's sweet, sweet lovin', often travelling back to Manchester or visiting him at London's Russell Hotel where Savile often lurked noncily.

Solicitor Peter Garsden said: "Our client has not been able to disclose the alleged abuse before now [...] she feared that [Savile] would harm her if she did." (12)

"Now, stop right there," you might say: "Savile may have been a deeply creepy old fuck, not to mention a kiddy-fiddler on an intergalactic scale, but would he really inflict ABH or GBH on someone?"

Funny you should say that. Not only did Jim'll confess to his violent past, he had connections in the Manchester underworld and GMP, connections that are apparently not being pursued by any police investigation.

But Savile associates from the period remember it well: Paul Jackson, former head of entertainment at both the BBC and ITV but a teenager during JS's Manchester period, said: "Savile was thought to be dodgy, there was a feeling he was heavy, you didn't cross him, he was a heavy dude [... people involved in the Manchester club scene at the time] had bodyguards, they had sharp elbows, you had to protect yourself." (12)

I wouldn't stand for any nonsense whatsoever. Ever, ever. I never threw anybody out. Tied them up and put them down in the bloody boiler house until I was ready for them. Two o'clock in the fucking morning... We'd tie em up and then we'd come back and I was the judge, jury and executioner. If a copper came and said 'You were a bit heavy with those two guys', I'd say 'Your daughter comes in here, she's 16, she's not supposed to come into town. Presumably you'd like me to look after her. If you don't want me to look after her, tell me and I'll let them dirty slags do what they want to her'.

Shortly after the Big J's death, dance music historian Frank Broughton wrote: "[W]hat's not come out yet is that Savile's everyday drinking companions were known gangsters and high-ranking policemen. By his own account he was close to some of the north's most nefarious underworld faces, not least members of Manchester's infamous Quality Street Gang, a close parallel to London's Krays." (Broughton: 12 Quality Street Gang: 12: (File))

Because all this occurred before the invention of fire, any relevant police records have probably been shitcanned, so we may never know the extent of GMP/underworld corruption during Jim'll's heyday. But if it's any guide, a 2012 Freedom of Information Act request revealed that GMP has 24 serving officers with criminal convictions, including four officers with a record of violence against the person; and that 52 GMP officers were suspended from duty between 2008-2013 for offences including corruption, assault, theft, drugs and sex. (12)

In July 2013 GMP, acting on a tip-off received by Yewtree officers, raided a flat above a Manchester record shop and discovered a pedalo "to do" list, consisting of the names of hundreds of children, scrawled on a wall behind layers of old wallpaper and plaster dating back to the 1980s and 90s.

The writer(s?) had apparently devised a ratings system that scored kiddywinks on their sexual performance. Well, you don't want to end up lumbered with a crap shag, do you?

The list was claimed to be a relic of the era before the internet, when paediatricians had to use secret magazines and groups to share protips with fellow deviantoids.

Teret is due back in court 6 October 2014. In the meantime, why not drop by his website? The biography page seems to be blank for some reason. Why not send him an email? But try to resist his invitation to 'click on the banana'... (DELETED!12: (File))

8 October 2014: Teret appears in court, jury hears how he and JS raped a 15 year old, afterward telling her that she 'should be grateful'. (12)

Teret hails from the Manchester suburb of Altrincham, which is where he met JS back in the day, and is also where Altrincham Grammar School for Boys is based, which is by total coincidence where yet another z-list Britfag TV paedo -- ITV's 'weather forecaster' Fred Talbot -- molested lads under his care in the 1970s and 80s. Apparently Fiddlin' Fred had a very warm front blowing in from the channel for five particular boykids to whom he was meant to be teaching biology. Which is sort of what happened, in a way. Anyway, Talbot's on trial at the time of writing (Jan 15) charged with 11 sex offnonces. (12)

In conclusion, Sir Jimmy Saville lived the dream of every pædophile. He molested children day in, day out, for decades, and -- thanks to carefully-groomed friends in high places, amenable coppers, a network of fellow paeds and high-level Establishment connections -- he got away with it, lulzy attempts to desecrate his grave notwithstanding.

Ray Terets Story he bragged about while in prison

“After a Party to Celebrate Ol Maggie Sixtieth,” Ray Teret was saying. “We were on our ways back west, seven of us with Sir Jimmy . Gary Glitter was with me, and young Joss Stilwood, he’d squired for Jim in the lists. Well, we come on this pisswater river, running high on account there’d been rains. No way to ford, but there’s an alehouse near, so there we repair. Jim rousts the brewer and tells him to keep our horns full till the waters fall, and you should see the man’s pig eyes shine at the sight o’ silver. So he’s fetching us ale, him and his daughter, and poor thin stuff it is, no more’n brown piss, which don’t make me any happier, nor Jim neither. And all the time this brewer’s saying how glad he is to have us, custom being slow on account o’ them rains. The fool won’t shut his yap, not him, though Jim is saying not a word, just brooding on the Top of the Pops and that bugger’s trick he played. You can see how tight his mouth sits, so me and the other lads we know better’n to say a squeak to him, but this brewer he’s got to talk, he even asks how m’lord fared in the jousting. Jim just gave him this look.” Ray Teret cackled, quaffed his ale, and wiped the foam away with the back of his hand. “Meanwhile, this daughter of his has been fetching and pouring, a Skinny little thing, Tweleve or so—”
“Ten, more like,” Gary Glitter the Sweetling drawled.
“Well, be that as it may, she’s not much to look at, but Cyral Smith’s been drinking and gets to touching her, and might be I did a little touching meself, and Gary Glitter’s telling young Stilwood that he ought t’ drag the girl upstairs and make hisself a man, giving the lad courage as it were. Finally Joss reaches up under her skirt, and she shrieks and drops her flagon and goes running off to the kitchen. Well, it would have ended right there, only what does the old fool do but he goes to Jim and asks him to make us leave the girl alone, him being an anointed knight and all such.
“Jimmy , he wasn’t paying no mind to none of our fun, but now he looks, you know how he does, and he commands that the girl be brought before him. Now the old man has to drag her out of the kitchen, and no one to blame but hisself. Jim looks her over and says, ‘So this is the whore you’re so concerned for’ and this besotted old fool says, ‘My Sarah’s no whore, Mr Savile’ right to Jimmy ’s face. Jim, he never blinks, just says, ‘She is now’ tosses the old man another silver, rips the dress off the wench, and takes her right there on the table in front of her da, her flopping and wiggling like a rabbit and making these noises. The look on the old man’s face, I laughed so hard ale was coming out me nose. Then this boy hears the noise, the son I figure, and comes rushing up from the cellar, so Gary Glitter has to stick a dirk in his belly. By then Jim’s done, so he goes back to his drinking and we all have a turn. Leon, you know how he is, he flops her over and goes in the back way. The girl was done fighting by the time I had her, maybe she’d decided she liked it after all, though to tell the truth I wouldn’t have minded a little wiggling. And now here’s the best bit . . . when it’s all done, Jim tells the old man that he wants his change. The girl wasn’t worth a silver, he says . . . and damned if that old man didn’t fetch a fistful of coppers, beg m’lord’s pardon, and thank him for the custom!”

Jimmy takes the phrase "Go fuck yourself" as a challenge, rather than an insult.

A hoard of toys found in Savile's room at Stoke Mandeville children's hospital that he used to win the trust of vulnerable children. A large number of them appeared to have been stolen from the Princess Diana Memorial.

Jimmy Savile, pictured here with his multiracial army of genetically bred pedo-clones.

Even after all that has come to light about him, Jimmy Savile is still a better person than you!